When Daniel’s parents were visiting they bought us all a trip to Cambridge. Early in the morning we arrived in the old student town, and the whole world was burgundy.
We checked out the posh student halls, for princes and other little snooty englishmen in tweed walking around the green grounds. Where obviously you weren’t allowed to cross the grass.
Let’s just say I’m happy that I’m studying at an eccentric art school instead of this dominantly patriarchal and fascist structure.
Pretty bricks, pretty boy.
After some lunch at a classic english cafe we went down to the canal.
To check out the punting! Tourists struggling to get anywhere with the boats.
Back in town walking walking walking around small alleyways looking for coffee. This one felt like travelling back to a time of knights and guillotines.
Open window in October. <3 I’m thinking somebody writing a book up there, making pancakes and listening to old vinyls.
The sun started setting.
We walked past this wicked little candy shop! Straight from a Harry Potter film.
Too bad English sweets taste of plastic.
Also walked past where the princes and tweed academics lock up their trophy wives and call them princesses.
I messaged my friend Josefin who I visited last year for some restaurants suggestions.
She told us to go to the oldest pub in Cambridge: the Eagle, est 1667!
It smelt of old beer from the carpet and even at six on a Wednesday the pub was packed. But as things as the DNA was invented in there, it’s kind of justified.
We got some classic sunday roast to finish off such a core english day and it was heaven. I got the duck and MMMM.
And suddenly it was time to head back to a pitch black London.
To continue in the essence of Cambridge we took all the tiniest streets back home.
So lovely to get out of London and be able to breath sometimes.